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... p> That untimely groan of the door hinge, that beam of light tearing through the church's gloom, nailed her firmly in place.
The priest's inquiry still echoed in her ears, yet it felt distant and muffled, as if separated by a thick layer of water.
Behind the monitor, Hou Hsiao-hsien remained silent.
All camera angles unanimously abandoned the grand narrative, their lenses locking onto He Xiaoping's face.
They aimed to capture every minute tremor of her muscles, to ...
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